Hola, Peeple of the World!

Jeel, she ees taking nop now and so I write you on the blogger. She no let me write when she awake and I want to tell you 'bout an advainture I have weeth my luffer Pichu-Pichu. Pichu, he ees of the Jock Russell type, so he ees. . . how you say? Craysees? He ees very loco. Especialmente weeth the balls. He luffs him balls. He want to visit Machu-Piccu cause him name ees close to same, but I no like hammocks with the back and the forth and the back and the forth. Theenk about it.

So, now I tell you. I was weeth my Pichu and we were nopping on the beeg bed, and there was, how you say? A beeg noise! Muy alto!The thunder! I think maybe. Or maybe the front door, Eet opens! Or maybe the garbage man, He there! Or maybe the gun, Eet shoots! Or maybe the vacuum cleaner, Eet attacks! Oh, how we hate the beeg noises, my luffer Pichu and me! Whatever they are! I tell you, eet no matters us. We bark.

We bark so to destroy the beeg noise!

And we bark! And we bark! And we bark! And we bark! And we bark! And we bark! (No human peeple to say us, "NO!" and "STOP!") And so we bark! And we bark! And we bark! And then I lose my luffer Pichu! In my barking, I run to attack the beeg noise from under the beeg bed and my Pichu, I no know where he goes! And the beeg noise, it goes away and Pichu ees nowhere I can see from under the bed. And so I sleep, because you know barking at the beeg noises makes a chi-chi to sleep much. And then I wake and Pichu, he ees there! On top of the bed! He is very brave, my luffer Pichu. And I am happy he is live and so I dance! So anyway, that ees all.